Why, yes -- yes, I am trying to make you somewhat nauseous. Whatever gave me away?
December 24: breakfast, dog and dinner. Also: COOKIES.
Scrambled eggs and brown-sugar oatmeal, and some sensitive portraits of Tecsh/Timmy on his couch, then some kung-pao tofu takeout from Pho Jasmine. The cookies were a delighted salted white-chocolate oatmeal kind that were absurdly easy to make; whenever my organs are finally subdued, these cookies will be the ones I make next.